Alchemy of My Being
Certain flowers won’t bear fruit, if they have too many leaves.
---------- Mata Amritanandamayi
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Non Combustible,
In the fire of criticism,
My Love for you, my Angel,
Shall survive when this body perishes!
I sense your love, my Angel,
Though the signals are inexplicit,
Like a traveler confirming a city nearby,
From the water from in the roots
Of barren trees having signs of wetness!
I agree the dictum that
The royal glory is for the brave only!
I am not a coward in the battle for my Love!
Consider my bravery,
In spite of the onslaughts of my fate!
Philosophy teaches me,
That Brahman is real,
Without a second,
My love reiterates my Angel,
That You are the only truth,
With a second, that is me!
Make me your own
And dissolve my being in thine!
Enlightenment dispels,
The superimposition that is wrong,
Of the unreal upon the real!
Oh my Angel, I may be unreal,
Being a lot of perishable and unwanted,
My love is real, negate not my breath!
Conviction may be thy need,
But your condescension will be my feed,
You may make my becoming,
By considering me at thy feet!
Oh my Angel, Absolute- incarnate!
Club my soul, in thy enormous bosom,
I will rest there forever losing my individuality!
27 11 2011
Beautiful use of metaphor in this most tenderly and lovingly crafted poem, Rajagopal. Your love for Your Angel is all consuming and is so romantically expressed through your excellent word choice and exquisite imagery. True love stands the test of time and goes beyond life into eternity, where it lives beyond the limitless limits of infinity. Excellent penning, which I have so enjoyed reading. Thank you for sharing. Blessings always...
very loving piece.
beautiful love poem. your use of metaphors is delightful. Your last paragraph explains your love for your angel. So sweet.